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7 min·Jun 7

A couple of years ago, I split from my spouse and moved back to my old stomping grounds, settling into a cozy loft while I rebuilt my life from scratch. My place was just a short walk from my sister's house, and we were tight. She's a tiny thing, a pediatric nurse with a baby face that makes her look barely 25, even though she's pushing 40. She's about 4'10", with fair skin, a pixie cut, and an innocent charm that hides her wild side. Her standout feature? A sprawling tattoo of a dragon coiling around her left thigh, its tail snaking up toward her hip, vibrant and bold. Here's the deal: I was on the prowl for some casual fun, maybe even a spark that could turn into something real. I started poking around online, scrolling through forums and local Reddit threads, until I stumbled on a group for the city's underground party scene. I joined, mostly lurking, only showing up to the occasional event. Then they announced a big masquerade bash for Mardi Gras, and since singles had to pay a fee, I threw together a costume - a Phantom of the Opera getup, complete with a half-mask and a velvet cape. The party was electric, and by 1 a.m., the costume contest was in full swing. The winner stole the show: a woman dressed as a sultry fortune teller, with a sheer, beaded skirt that hugged her curves, a low-cut corset, and a glittering choker that screamed seduction. She was petite, with a tight, toned body and a mischievous grin that had me weak in the knees. The host hyped up the crowd, yelling, "Turn around, show it off! " They tugged off her shawl, revealing a glimpse of lacy lingerie beneath. My heart raced, and my body reacted instantly, heat rushing through me as she spun, her skirt riding up to tease a jeweled plug nestled between her cheeks, catching the light as she moved. The crowd roared, and I was completely captivated by her confidence, her hips swaying like she owned the room. The host upped the ante, calling up the top two guys from the contest - one dressed as a pirate, the other a masked Zorro. They were told to "unwrap" her, and they didn't hesitate. The pirate lifted her skirt higher, spreading her thighs just enough to show off that sparkling plug, while Zorro's hands roamed her waist, teasing the crowd. Her breasts, full but not oversized, spilled slightly from the corset, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric, begging for attention. When the host asked what she wanted as her prize, she pointed at the pirate with a wicked smile and said, "I want him." The room erupted in cheers, the tension thick enough to choke on. The host wheeled out a semi-sheer curtained booth, and with a quick glance at their partners for approval, the two were ushered inside. I looked around for my brother-in-law, a paramedic who was mingling nearby, his hand casually brushing the arm of another woman as they laughed with her partner. The vibe in the room was pure chaos, electric and raw. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight hit the booth, the curtains just sheer enough to let us see silhouettes and flashes of skin. She dropped to her knees, her hands working the pirate's belt with practiced ease. Her lips wrapped around him, slow at first, teasing, then taking him deeper, her head bobbing rhythmically as she swallowed him whole. The crowd was hushed, mesmerized, as she worked him with expert precision, her tongue flicking out to trace every inch before pulling him in again, her throat constricting around him in a way that made my own breath catch. Couples around me were getting handsy, some slipping off to dark corners, others making out right there, no shame. Then, in a move that sent a jolt through me, she stood, hiked up her skirt, and straddled a velvet chair, spreading her legs wide. The pirate knelt before her, his face buried between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her with slow, deliberate strokes. She arched back, her fingers gripping the chair, moaning loud enough for us to hear through the booth's thin walls. He sucked and teased, his hands spreading her wider, his lips and tongue working her clit until her hips bucked, her breath hitching in sharp gasps. After what felt like an eternity of her writhing under his mouth, she stood, turned, and bent over the chair, offering herself. The pirate didn't waste a second. He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips as he thrust in, slow at first, then harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing faintly. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he pounded into her, lifting her small frame off the ground with each thrust. Her breasts bounced free from the corset, her nipples grazing the chair's edge as she braced herself. Within minutes, he pulled out, spinning her around to finish across her lips and chin, her tongue darting out to catch what she could as she knelt, panting, her eyes locked on his. The lights cut out, and when they flickered back on, she stood there in just her lacy thong, her hair wild, beads of sweat glistening on her skin. The host called for applause, giving her a firm smack on the ass as she strutted back to her table, her hips swaying with every step. I inched closer, watching her weave through the crowd. Hands reached out, groping her thighs, her breasts, and she didn't flinch - she slowed her walk, letting them touch, even pausing to press herself into a stranger's palm. My pulse pounded, and I couldn't stop myself. I reached out, my fingers brushing her inner thigh, slipping briefly into her slick heat before pulling back. I brought my hand to my lips, tasting her - sweet, musky, like a drug I didn't know I needed. She glanced at me, then slid onto the lap of another guy, kissing him with sloppy, hungry intensity while her husband was busy nibbling at another woman's neck. The four of them stood, heading toward what I figured was a private suite they'd reserved. That night burned itself into my brain. I couldn't shake the image of her, the taste of her, the way she gave herself over so completely. I started hanging out with my sister more, dropping by their place with excuses - a barbecue, a boxing match on TV, anything to get us drinking together. I'd pour the bourbon, waiting for the moment to muster the nerve to tell her how much I wanted her, how I'd planned it all in my head. And yeah, it paid off - not how they saw it coming, but for me, it was a fantasy I'd been crafting for months...

9 min·Jun 4

The warm July evening wraps around me like a soft blanket, no hint of winter's bite, and I'm sprawled in a flowy tank dress on the deck, the midnight air kissing my bare shoulders. I sip chilled rosé, scrolling through my phone, so lost in the glow of the screen that I don't catch the soft tread of footsteps behind me until a sudden, playful squeeze at my ribs makes me squeal - half shock, half ticklish delight. How do you always sneak up on me like that? You live for it, don't you, every little noise I let slip, from my startled gasps to the raw, desperate sounds you coax out later. I giggle at your mischievous ambush, you love catching me off guard, and I'll admit, it sends a thrill through me too. Any excuse you find to touch me feels like a spark igniting my skin. Your hands return to my hips, and I brace myself, expecting another ticklish jab, but this time your grip is slower, more intentional, fingers pressing into my curves with a promise. I melt into it, tilting my head to one side as your hand sweeps my hair aside, your warm lips brushing the sensitive curve of my neck. Your other hand slides upward, cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple through the thin fabric, sending a shiver down my spine. Ohhh. Both hands claim my breasts now, kneading with a firm, deliberate rhythm, fingers rolling my nipples until they harden, straining against the dress. I'd slipped off my bra earlier, savoring the freedom, but you want even less between us, tugging the neckline down with a slow, teasing pull. My full breasts spill free, soft and heavy in the cool night air, nipples tightening under your gaze and touch. Your fingers trace their curves, pinching gently at first, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp as pleasure spikes through me. The way you work my nipples, alternating between soft caresses and firm tugs, sets my body buzzing, and I feel your erection pressing insistently against my lower back. My hunger for you surges, a deep ache pooling low in my belly. I twist in my chair, grabbing your belt loops to pull you closer, my fingers grazing the hard ridge beneath your jeans. You pulse under my touch, and I look up, catching the raw desire in your eyes, a mirror of my own need. My hands make quick work of your button and zipper, tugging the denim down just enough to free you. Your cock springs out, thick and straining, the tip glistening in the dim light. I wrap my fingers around your shaft, stroking slowly, savoring the velvety heat, my thumb circling the head, spreading your precum like a glossy invitation. I lean in, licking my lips, tasting the salty edge of your arousal. My tongue flicks over the sensitive ridge just below your tip, teasing the frenulum with slow, deliberate swirls before I close my lips around you, sucking gently at first. The taste of you, musky and warm, floods my senses. Your hands find my breasts again, fingers kneading as I take you deeper, my lips stretching around your thickness, tongue flattening against the underside as I slide you further into my mouth. My clit throbs in rhythm with each inch I take, my body responding to the way you fill me, the way you groan above me. Our pace quickens, desire unraveling into something wilder, more primal. I love how you tangle your fingers in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make my scalp tingle, guiding me as you thrust deeper, brushing the back of my throat. My breath catches, but I want this - want you to consume me. You pull back, and a slick string of saliva connects my lips to your swollen tip, glistening in the moonlight. I open my mouth wider, a silent plea, urging you to take me fully, to fuck my face with abandon. You slide back in, and I moan, the sound muffled as you thrust, gripping my hair tightly. My lips stretch around you, saliva dripping down my chin, trailing onto my bare breasts as my eyes water from the intensity. The raw pleasure of it - your cock filling my mouth, your hands anchoring me - drives me wild. I want to drink you in, to feel you spill everything into me. I suck harder, tongue swirling, but just as I sense you teetering on the edge, you pull out with a low growl. No! I need it! - I whimper, voice thick with desperation, but you've got other plans. I want to feel how soaked you are - you murmur, hoisting me from the chair and setting me down hard on the edge of the wooden table, the cool surface a sharp contrast to my heated skin. You strip my dress and panties off in one fluid motion, leaving me bare under the stars. Stepping between my thighs, you nudge them apart, and I spread them eagerly, my body yielding to you. Your mouth claims mine in a deep, messy kiss, tongues clashing as your hand trails up my inner thigh, fingers brushing the sensitive skin until they reach my core. Your middle finger traces my folds, slow and deliberate, parting them to find the slick heat you've stirred. I'm dripping, and you groan into my mouth as you feel it. Your finger slides inside me, slow at first, stretching my tight warmth, curling just right to make my hips buck. You push deeper, to the knuckle, then pull back, only to thrust in again, setting a rhythm that has me clenching around you. The wet sounds of my arousal fill the air, mingling with my soft moans. Fuck, you're drenched just from sucking me - you say against my lips, adding a second finger, stretching me further. - But I'm starving for you too. Your face dips between my thighs, and the first swipe of your tongue across my clit sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, my body arching off the table. You lick with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring me, then close your lips around my clit, sucking gently before flicking your tongue in a rhythm that makes my toes curl. Your fingers keep moving inside me, curling against my G-spot, while your tongue works my clit with relentless precision, alternating between soft laps and firm, circling pressure. My hips grind against your face, chasing the pleasure, needing you to consume every part of me. I collapse back onto the table, your hands hooking under my knees, spreading me wide open, my body completely exposed to you. I'm yours - utterly, shamelessly yours. You suck my folds, tongue dipping into my entrance, tasting the flood of my arousal before returning to my clit. When you suck harder, fingers pumping faster, curling deeper, the pleasure builds to a breaking point. I grab my breasts, pinching my nipples hard as the orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing, thighs trembling against your face. You don't stop, licking me through the aftershocks, my juices coating your chin, your tongue relentless until I'm a quivering mess. Finally, you ease up, standing and circling the table. I scoot forward, letting my head hang off the edge, my lips parted, ready for you. Your fingers trace my sweat-damp skin, grazing my lips, and I suck them clean, tasting myself before you replace them with your cock, harder than ever. You drag the tip across my face, teasing, until I crane my neck to lick your balls, sucking them gently, loving the way your groan rumbles above me. Then you give me what I crave, sliding past my lips, filling my mouth as I hang there, open and eager. Your hands grip my breasts, squeezing hard, thumbs flicking my nipples as you thrust, slow at first, then deeper, stretching my throat with each push. The angle is perfect, your cock sliding deep, my lips stretched tight around you, saliva pooling as you fuck my face with steady, deliberate thrusts. My hands grip the table's edge, anchoring me as you drive in, each thrust a delicious challenge, my breath catching in sweet, desperate gasps. I want to drown in you, to be claimed by every inch. Your cock swells, throbbing against my tongue, and I know you're close. You pull back slightly, letting me focus on the head, sucking hard, my tongue swirling as you thrust shallow and fast. When you come, it's a flood - hot, thick spurts filling my mouth, coating my tongue with the salty heat of your release. I hold you there, tongue teasing your sensitive tip, letting you feel the warmth of your cum still pooling in my mouth before I swallow it all, slow and deliberate, a wicked smile curving my lips as I savor every drop.

8 min·May 1

One afternoon, I discovered my wife, Sarah, had left her email open on her laptop. Buried in her inbox was a provocative story from our tenant, Nathan, detailing their secret encounters. The emails they exchanged were dripping with desire, and now I'm sharing Nathan's account, a vivid recounting of my wife's hidden escapades. "Mrs. Sarah, I'm writing this to immortalize the moments we shared in your home, where I rented a room. These memories belong to us, and I want you to hold them close forever. One stormy night, I stumbled in late, a little drunk, with a friend. Our heated argument echoed through the house, and you, Sarah, marched upstairs in a fury, scolding us both. My friend slunk out, and you retreated downstairs, only to return to my room, your voice sharp with frustration. You perched on the edge of my bed as I sprawled there, still in my clothes. Your silky nightdress clung to your curves, and as you leaned forward, berating me, the fabric gaped, revealing the soft swell of your breasts. My body stirred, arousal coiling tight. When you finished your lecture and stood to leave, your foot caught on the rug, and you tumbled onto me, your hand landing squarely on the bulge straining against my jeans. Your fingers lingered, tracing the outline through the denim, and you whispered, ' - It's so hard, isn't it? - ' I unzipped my jeans, freeing my throbbing cock, and you wrapped your hand around it, your touch electric. ' - God, what a beautiful cock, ' you murmured, ' - thick, pulsing, so much bigger than my husband's - ' Your hand glided along my length, slow at first, then faster, your grip firm, teasing the sensitive tip with your thumb. My breath hitched as you worked me, my hips twitching upward. You didn't stop there. Your eyes locked on mine, you leaned down, your lips parting to take me into your warm, wet mouth. The sensation was overwhelming - your tongue swirled around the head, then slid down the shaft, your lips stretching to accommodate my girth. You sucked with a hunger I'd never felt, your head bobbing rhythmically, one hand cupping my balls, gently massaging. ' - I've never sucked my husband like this, ' you gasped between licks, ' - your cock tastes so fucking good, you bastard - ' Your words, filthy and raw, pushed me to the edge. My cock pulsed, and I came hard, thick spurts filling your mouth. You didn't pull away - you swallowed, your tongue flicking over the tip to lap up every drop, a smear of cum glistening on your cheek as you smiled. ' - So delicious, ' you purred, ' - I've never tasted my husband's like this - ' My cock stayed rock-hard, and you weren't done. ' - I've only ever had my husband's, ' you said, voice low, ' - but I'm not letting this cock go to waste - ' You stood, peeling off your nightdress, revealing you wore no panties. Your pussy was a vision, neatly trimmed, already glistening. You tugged my jeans off completely, climbed onto me, and guided my cock to your entrance. The heat of your tight, slick pussy enveloped me as you sank down, inch by inch, a moan escaping your lips. You began to ride me, your hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, then picking up speed, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. Your hands braced on my chest, nails digging in, as you ground against me, taking me deeper until I hit the core of you. ' - Fuck, what a perfect cock, ' you cried, ' - it fills me like nothing else - ' Your movements grew frantic, your pussy clenching around me as you chased your release, your moans filling the room. You came hard, your body shuddering, but you kept riding, your juices coating my cock. I gripped your hips, thrusting up to meet you, and soon I erupted, pumping my cum deep inside you. You collapsed briefly, then slid off, slipping your nightdress back on. You disappeared into the upstairs bathroom, then crept downstairs to your husband's bed, leaving me reeling while he slept, oblivious to his wife's passion upstairs. The following Sunday, you invited me for a lavish breakfast. I suspected it was a gesture of gratitude for the pleasure I'd given you, and you later admitted as much with a sly smile. The next Tuesday, I got home early, around four. You were in the living room, lounging on the couch, mid-phone call, gesturing for silence. When you hung up, our lips crashed together, urgent and hungry. We tore at each other's clothes, and I dropped to my knees, parting your thighs. Your pussy was already wet, and I dove in, my tongue tracing your folds, circling your clit with slow, deliberate flicks. You moaned, your hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. ' - You lick me so fucking good, ' you panted, ' - keep going, make me cum. My husband's never eaten me like this - ' I sucked your clit harder, slipping two fingers inside your tight heat, curling them to hit your sweet spot. Your hips bucked, and you came, your cries echoing as your thighs trembled around my head. We started fucking right there on the couch, but you pulled me up, whispering, ' - My bed's better - ' We stumbled to your bedroom, the one you shared with your husband, and fell onto the mattress. We explored every position - me on top, driving into you with deep, steady thrusts; you face-down, your ass raised, my hands gripping your hips as I pounded you; then on your side, your leg hooked over mine for a slower, intimate fuck. Your favorite was doggy. I positioned you on all fours, your perfect ass high, and slid into your dripping pussy, each thrust making your cheeks ripple. You screamed, ' - I love it like this, ' you gasped, ' - you hit so deep. Fuck me harder, harder! - ' Your pussy gripped me like a vice, and as I fucked you, I noticed your tight asshole, winking with each thrust. I grazed it with my thumb, and you moaned, ' - Oh, that feels amazing, do it more - ' I pressed my thumb inside, moving it slowly, then added a second finger, stretching you gently. You were wild with need, begging, ' - My husband's never touched my ass. I want your cock there. Fuck my ass, please - ' I coated my cock with your wetness and eased into your impossibly tight ass, the heat and pressure mind-blowing. I moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then picked up pace, your moans turning to screams of pleasure. ' - Yes, fuck my ass, ' you cried, ' - it's so good - ' I thrust deeper, and soon I came, filling your ass with my cum, your body trembling beneath me. We continued for two more months, Sarah, fucking nearly every day, each encounter more intense. When I was transferred to another city, our final afternoon was a marathon of raw, desperate sex. I'll never forget your greedy mouth on my cock, swallowing every drop of my cum; the way you shuddered when I ate your pussy, your sweetness flooding my tongue; how you rode me, your hips grinding with wild abandon; or the way you screamed when I fucked your ass, your body writhing in ecstasy. I fell for your untamed passion, and I'll always carry these memories with love."

8 min·Apr 18

The weeks following the spontaneous threesome with my close friend, my girlfriend seemed unsettled, gently probing about what had transpired. I, equally uneasy, sidestepped her questions, and soon she let the matter drop. I reconnected with my friend after a few weeks, keeping our conversation light and avoiding any mention of that night. He stayed away from our place for a while. Over a month later, my girlfriend noted how strange it was that my friend hadn't swung by. I shrugged it off, suggesting his new job was keeping him busy. She proposed inviting him for a weekend at our house, and I sent the invite. That weekend came, and on Saturday afternoon, my friend arrived at our doorstep. We lounged in the backyard, trading small talk about work and local gossip, then headed to a nearby lake for a quick swim and some cold drinks. We were back home by dusk, and that wild night from weeks ago never came up. As evening settled, my girlfriend suggested we hit the town for drinks. It sounded fun, so we changed and went out. We bar-hopped through the city, sipping cocktails and laughing, the vibe growing looser with each round. I drove, so I stuck to one beer. My girlfriend, glowing from the alcohol, eventually leaned in close, her breath warm, and whispered we should head home. Back at the house, we poured some whiskey, dimmed the lights, and sprawled across the couch. Soft jazz filled the room as our chatter turned flirty - no mention of the threesome, but the air grew thick with suggestion. Abruptly, my girlfriend yawned, claiming exhaustion. She stood, sauntered over, and kissed me softly on the lips - then turned and pressed her lips to my friend's. Her eyes smoldered as she purred, "I'll be in the bedroom, waiting, " before gliding out of the room. My friend and I locked eyes, the silence heavy. We nursed our drinks for another ten minutes, then, wordlessly, made our way to the bedroom. She was waiting, draped across the bed in a barely-there lace slip, her curves visible through the delicate fabric, a black thong hugging her hips. The sight sent a jolt through me. She rose, wrapping her arms around us, her perfume intoxicating. Her lips found mine, then his, alternating in a slow, teasing rhythm. Her fingers grazed our necks, pulling us closer until our faces met, and her tongue danced between us, drawing us into a messy, three-way kiss - lips and breaths colliding, warm and urgent. Her hands slid lower, deftly unbuckling our belts, the leather snapping free. She tugged our jeans down, and we shed our shirts, standing bare before her. Her eyes roamed over us, hungry. She sank to her knees, her breath hot as she leaned toward me, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles around my tip before taking me deep, her lips tight and slick. Her hand wrapped around my friend, stroking him in sync. My pulse raced as I hardened in her mouth, her moans vibrating against me. She stood, still gripping him, and pulled me into a kiss - her tongue swirling, leaving the taste of myself on my lips, sharp and intimate. She knelt again, turning to my friend, her mouth enveloping him as she pumped me with her hand, her fingers slick and firm. Rising, she kissed him, her lips glistening. Then she knelt once more, taking me again, her tongue coiling, saliva pooling as she worked me. She stood, but this time kissed my friend, their mouths locked in a deep, wet exchange. When she knelt again, I braced myself. She sucked my friend, her cheeks hollowing, then crawled to me, her lips parted, a thin trail of liquid escaping. She grabbed my neck, her grip possessive, and pressed her mouth to mine, parting her lips to flood me with his taste - salty, warm, overwhelming. She held me there, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to pull away. I swallowed, the act raw and electric, her dominance thrilling. She slipped off her thong, the lace falling to the floor, and reclined on the bed, her legs parted invitingly. I knelt by her face, guiding myself toward her lips. My friend settled between her thighs, his mouth exploring her, his tongue delving into her folds as she sighed softly. After a while, we switched. I tasted her - sweet, musky, her hips bucking slightly against my lips as I teased her clit with slow, deliberate flicks. I noticed my friend's arousal seemed inconsistent, not fully there. As I worked her, my friend joined me, our faces close, taking turns lapping at her, our breaths mingling. Her moans grew louder, her hands tangling in our hair. Soon, she gasped, pleading for more. I motioned for my friend to go first, shifting to her mouth. Her lips closed around me, warm and eager. His erection faltered, but he entered her, his movements tentative. We stayed like that briefly until she tugged at my arm, urging me to take over. I paused, lowering my mouth to her again, savoring the mix of her arousal and his presence - a heady, forbidden thrill. Her taste was intoxicating, her hips grinding against my face. She sucked him, her head bobbing rhythmically. We went on, and she demanded to switch positions. I lay back, and she straddled me, but first positioned herself on all fours, her mouth devouring me, her tongue swirling as she took me deep. My friend knelt behind her, his lips and tongue tracing her curves, lapping at her eagerly. She shifted, climbing atop me, guiding me inside her with a slow, deliberate descent. She rode me hard, her hips rolling, her breaths sharp and ragged. My friend moved behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, kneading them as he pressed himself against her back. Their eyes burned into mine, raw and unfiltered. When I neared my limit, she slid off, collapsing beside me, her chest heaving. I parted her thighs, my tongue diving back to her, cleaning her with slow, reverent licks, her taste now mixed with mine. My friend watched, stroking himself, but his arousal remained soft. I climbed over her, entering her again, her warmth enveloping me. She pulled my friend close, her lips working him with fervent pulls. In a heated moment, she paused, grabbed my neck, and kissed me, her tongue plunging deep. Still holding me, she turned to suck him again, my face brushing her cheek, inches from his shaft. She pulled him free, kissed me fiercely, then guided his tip toward us. My lips grazed him as she urged us on, and soon I was tasting him - warm, pulsing, her hand guiding him fully into my mouth. She eased her grip, letting me pull back slightly, but her gaze held me, wild and commanding, her eyes alight with desire. My friend stepped back, positioning himself behind me, his hands spreading me as he pressed himself closer, trying to enter. His softness prevented it, and though my girlfriend's eyes gleamed with hope, it didn't happen. Days later, alone, she confessed her disappointment, her voice tinged with curiosity about what might've been. Frustrated, my friend returned to her mouth. She sucked him eagerly, her hand still on my neck as I moved inside her, my climax building. Suddenly, he shuddered, his release spilling into her mouth. She pushed him aside, grabbed my neck, and pulled me into a searing kiss - his warmth flooding my mouth, mingling with her taste. The intensity pushed me over the edge, and I came hard inside her, my body trembling. When her mouth was empty, she released me. I collapsed, spent, the bed soft beneath me. My friend knelt between her legs, his tongue lapping at the mess I'd left, his movements slow and thorough. Then he crawled to me, his lips brushing my skin as he cleaned me, his tongue warm and meticulous. My girlfriend watched, propped on her elbows, her fingers circling her clit. Her eyes flicked between his actions and my face, her expression pure, unbridled lust. Exhausted, we collapsed, sleep claiming us. Morning came, and it felt surreal, like a fever dream. My friend had slipped out to the guest room we'd prepped for him. That Sunday, we were warmer than usual, sharing soft touches and easy laughter, but we didn't speak of the night. By late afternoon, my friend left, and we parted without planning his next visit, as was our habit...

9 min·Apr 9

I'm married to Ethan, a man who's climbed the ranks at his tech firm, overseeing a dozen employees. I work part-time at a local bookstore while finishing my master's, which leaves me with just enough flexibility to juggle life - and the unexpected chaos I'm about to unravel. It was mid-January, the kind of biting cold that seeps into your bones, when Ethan left for a two-day conference (Thursday and Friday). We'd planned to attend a close friend's engagement party on Friday night, but with him stuck in meetings three states away, I faced it solo. The party was for Lily, a friend we'd both known since college, so bailing wasn't an option. I roped in my friend Claire to join me. That night, I felt reckless - I wore a slinky black dress that hugged my curves, cut low in the front and high on the thighs, paired with stiletto boots that clicked with every step. A few drinks in, I spotted Ethan's older cousin, Ryan, mingling near the bar. Ryan's 41, freshly single after a messy split, with joint custody of his three kids. He's got this rugged charm - tall, weathered skin from years outdoors, and a solid frame that fills out a jacket. We hugged, swapped small talk over whiskey, and I mentioned Ethan's absence, nodding toward Claire as my plus-one. The night blurred into laughter and clinking glasses. Ryan, Claire, and I stuck together, joined by a couple of his old buddies. Between shots, Ryan leaned in and confessed he couldn't stop glancing at Claire - her sharp wit and red curls had him hooked. I grinned, noticing how she kept finding excuses to ask about him. When the party wound down, Ryan suggested we keep the night alive at his place. We grabbed a bottle of bourbon and piled into his truck, a ragtag crew of five. I texted Ethan updates - he's never been possessive, just told me to enjoy myself. At Ryan's loft, we sprawled across his leather sectional, the bourbon flowing freely. Around 1 a.m., Claire's phone buzzed - her sister had a flat tire and needed a ride. She bolted, and though I offered to tag along, she waved me off. I stayed, texting Ethan that he'd be home by dawn - maybe 6 a.m. - after his red-eye flight. The group dwindled, and soon it was just Ryan, me, and his two pals. Someone slurred, "Truth or dare? " and we dove in, too buzzed to care. The dares escalated fast - one landed on me: "What's your type - rough or refined? " I smirked, heat rising to my cheeks, and said, "Rough, " picturing calloused hands and stubble. The room erupted in laughter. By 3 a.m., his friends stumbled out, and I dozed off on the sectional, the bourbon heavy in my veins. A shiver yanked me awake at 4: 30 - the loft's heat had died. Groggy, I shuffled toward the bathroom for a splash of water, but froze mid-step. The door hung half-open, steam curling out, and there was Ryan - naked, toweling off after a shower. His body glistened under the dim light, and my eyes snagged on him - thick, uncircumcised, hanging heavy in a way Ethan's never did. My pulse hammered, not from desire - not yet - but from the raw shock of it. Ethan's flight was landing soon; I'd have to grab him from the airport. I rapped on the doorframe, and Ryan flinched, cinching the towel around his waist. "Thought you were out cold, " he muttered. I stepped inside, voice shaky, "Hey, thanks for the throw blanket earlier - any chance you've got a spare bed? It's brutal out there." He nodded, "Yeah, I'll fix you up." Back in the living room, he tossed a quilt over the sectional. Then, casually, he asked, "Did you... see me in there? " I swallowed, nodded, and - blame the bourbon - said, "You're packing, Ryan." He smirked, eyes glinting, "That's just the preview." We laughed, a nervous edge to it. The air shifted. I tilted my head, daring him, "Show me the main event, then." He didn't hesitate - took my wrist, tugged down his sweats, and let it spring free. I dropped to my knees, mesmerized as it thickened before me, veins bulging, stretching past eight inches, maybe nine, with a girth that made my breath catch. He sank onto the sectional, staring at the ceiling, silent as I reached out. My fingers - then both hands - curled around it, barely encircling its heat. I stroked slowly, feeling it pulse and stiffen, a slick sheen forming at the tip. I was still in my black dress, boots off, a flannel shirt of his draped over me. "Boots on - lose the flannel, " he rasped. I complied, slipping the stilettos back on, shedding the shirt, the cold forgotten as my skin prickled with heat. My breath hitched as I leaned in, lips brushing the head, tasting salt and musk. I kissed along the shaft, slow and deliberate, down to his balls - tight, smooth, freshly shaved. My tongue flicked out, teasing, then I took him in, sucking gently, savoring the weight of him. Fifteen minutes melted away, my mouth working him as my thighs clenched, dampness pooling between them. I pulled back, stood, and our eyes locked - a silent fuse igniting. We collided in a kiss, fierce and sloppy, his tongue plunging into me, unbothered by where my mouth had been. I straddled him, his cock pressing against my dress, grinding so close I swore it'd tear through. My moans spilled out, imagining him splitting me open. His hands yanked the dress off, leaving me in a lace bra and thong, boots clicking as I shifted. He stripped bare, then attacked - lips on my nipples, sucking hard, teeth grazing as one hand kneaded my ass, the other roamed my ribs. He wasn't Ethan's cousin anymore - he was primal, mine, and I was his, lost in a haze of need. He shoved me onto the wider couch, and my legs fell open, an invitation. He hooked a finger under my thong, tugged it aside, and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lashed at me - long, hungry strokes over my clit, dipping inside, slurping at the wetness I couldn't hide. I wasn't shaved bare - a soft patch lingered from weeks of neglect with Ethan - but Ryan devoured me like it was his last meal. I thrashed, nails raking the leather, gasps turning to cries as he sucked harder, relentless. He crawled up, kissing a trail - navel, sternum, collarbone - until his mouth crashed into mine again, tasting of me. He pinned my wrists, fumbled in his jeans, and pulled out a condom. A Viagra pill tumbled out too, bouncing on the floor. I smirked but said nothing - this was going all night. Naked, trembling, I begged, "Fuck me, Ryan, now." He sheathed himself, nudged the tip in - thick, stretching - then I grabbed his hips and yanked him deep. A scream tore from me as he filled me, every inch a shockwave. He thrust hard, hips slamming, a rhythm that rattled the couch. I clawed his back, yelling, "Harder! " as he bit my neck, licked my jaw, sucked my tits between thrusts. We fucked for hours - sweat-slick, animalistic. I rode him next, thighs burning as I bounced, his hands cupping my breasts, pinching until I whimpered. The condom vanished somewhere - I didn't care - and the bare friction sent me spiraling, climaxing once, then again, my walls gripping him as he groaned. He flipped me, jerking himself over my face, but I shoved him down, climbed on reverse, ass in his view, and sank onto him. His cock throbbed, then erupted - hot spurts flooding me, spilling down my thighs as I shook, a third orgasm ripping through. I collapsed beside him, kissed him deep, and panted, "Ryan, you're unreal. I needed that." At 7 a.m., he shook me awake - Ethan was banging on the door. Panic hit; my phone showed missed calls. I reeked of sex, scrambling into my dress as Ryan sprayed cologne everywhere. I texted Ethan that I'd crashed here, and Ryan let him in. I faked grogginess on the couch - Ryan had swapped the cum-stained cushions. Ethan kissed me, clueless, and we sipped coffee, spinning a tale of me dozing off. Later, as Ethan hit the bathroom, Ryan handed me my thong - it'd been under a pillow. "Keep it, " I whispered, "for next time." We left, Ethan none the wiser. Ryan and I still text - this wasn't our first slip, and I doubt it'll be our last. Another story for another day.

6 min·Apr 2

After my breakup a few months back, I'd thrown myself into a new chapter - moved into a creaky, high-ceilinged apartment in the city, landed a gig that paid better than I'd hoped, and swore I'd stop moping and start living. Some friends, Jake and Emily, were throwing a housewarming party at their new place. I wasn't exactly in the mood for small talk, but they'd insisted I come and crash there after, so I figured a night of free booze might shake me out of my funk. The scene was predictable: couples tangled up in each other, laughing too loud, while I hovered near the kitchen island, nursing a whiskey sour. I was halfway through my third when Emily dragged me over to meet Lauren. Lauren was a knockout in a way that hit you slow and then all at once - 43, recently divorced, a single mom with a teenage son, standing about 5'10" in her low heels. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves just past her collarbone, framing a face with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes that caught the light. She had this easy confidence, a body that curved in all the right places - full hips, a soft waist, and a chest that strained against her deep green blouse, probably a solid 38D. Her skin had a warm, olive glow, and though she was 15 years older than me, the age gap only made her more magnetic. The party buzzed on, but everyone else seemed too busy with their own flirtations to notice us. So, Lauren and I fell into conversation - first about the terrible playlist, then about her ex's midlife crisis motorcycle phase. The whiskey sours kept coming, and soon we were leaning closer, trading stories and sly smiles. By 2 a.m., the crowd had thinned, and she tipped her glass back, laughing. "No way I'm driving home after this." "Stay here with me, " I said, half-teasing, expecting her to brush it off. But she met my eyes, smirked, and said, "Why not? " The guest room was small, just a lumpy futon and a quilt that smelled faintly of lavender. Once the house went quiet, we slipped under the covers, and the air between us thickened. Her hand brushed my arm first, tentative, testing. I slid mine along her side, tracing the dip of her waist, and she shifted closer, her breath warm against my neck. Lauren's blouse was already unbuttoned from earlier, and when I peeled it back, her breasts spilled free - heavy and firm, with dusky pink nipples that tightened under my touch. I cupped one, feeling its weight, and rolled my thumb over the peak. She arched into me, a low hum escaping her throat. I dipped my head, catching her other nipple between my lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, letting my teeth graze the sensitive skin. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulder, and when I tugged with a slow, deliberate pull, her whole body shuddered, a sharp moan breaking the silence. "Too much? " I murmured, pulling back, but she shook her head, eyes glinting. "I like it when it stings a little." That flipped a switch in me. I pinched her nipple between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her squirm, and she threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle the sound. Her skin flushed pink down her chest, and I couldn't resist - I slid out from under the quilt, pulling her with me. I turned her around, pressing her hips against the edge of the futon so she had to brace herself on her elbows. Her jeans were tight, but I worked them down, taking her lace underwear with them, until she was bare from the waist down. She stepped out of the pile of fabric, and I nudged her thighs apart with my knee, exposing her completely. Her skin glistened faintly in the dim light, her folds already slick and swollen, begging for attention. I ran my fingers along her inner thigh, teasing, then traced the length of her slit, parting her gently. She was soaked, her heat radiating against my hand. I tugged at her outer lips, pulling them down and out, stretching her open, and she groaned, pushing back against me. "More, " she mumbled, voice thick, so I grabbed a spare pillowcase from the futon, balled it up, and pressed it to her lips. She opened her mouth, letting me stuff it in, her eyes wide and wild. With her muffled, I sank two fingers into her, slow at first, feeling her clench around me. She was tight but yielding, and I twisted my hand, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her. Her hips bucked, a choked cry vibrating into the fabric. I added a third finger, then a fourth, stretching her wider with each thrust, my palm slick with her arousal. She rocked against me, desperate, and I went deeper, working my whole hand inside her, fisting her with a steady rhythm. Her walls pulsed around me, hot and wet, and I could feel every tremor as she climbed higher. My other hand roamed her chest, pinching one nipple until it was red and stiff, then switching to the other, pulling it long and letting it snap back. Lauren's muffled moans turned into ragged whimpers, her body trembling under the onslaught. I kept going, relentless, until she seized up, her thighs quaking as she came undone, a flood of warmth coating my hand. She slumped forward, panting into the pillowcase, and I eased out of her, watching her twitch with aftershocks. I was aching by then, my erection straining against my boxers. I pulled the fabric from her mouth - she gasped for air, dazed - and stepped in front of her. She looked up, still on her knees, hair mussed and lips parted. I freed myself and started stroking, slow and deliberate, right in her line of sight. Her eyes locked on me, hungry, and it pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, ropes of it landing across her chest and chin, dripping down her flushed skin. I helped her up, legs still shaky, and handed her the blouse to wipe off with. She managed a weak, "God, thank you, " before we collapsed back onto the futon, tangled and spent, the room spinning faintly as sleep took over.

6 min·Jan 7

My name is Paul, and I'm 28 years old. My mother-in-law, Margaret, is a 52-year-old woman. She's a very attractive woman with a beautiful chest and a lovely ass. I've caught myself looking at her and thinking about how great it would be to have sex with her. Margaret lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment. One day, I went out with my friends and decided not to go home late to avoid arguing with my wife, so I went to my mother-in-law's place instead. I rang the doorbell, and Margaret answered. She was wearing a nightgown, and I told her I didn't want to go home and decided to spend the night at her place. My mother-in-law made me a bed on the couch in the living room, and her bed was nearby. She walked around the room in her nightgown, and I couldn't help but stare at her. I realized that I wanted her. After we went to bed, I couldn't sleep because I was so turned on. I sat on the edge of the couch in my underwear and started talking to Margaret, telling her how much I loved her and how attractive I found her. She was lying on her bed, facing me, and I could see her face in the dim light. I couldn't resist anymore, so I got up and approached her bed. "What are you doing? " Margaret asked me. I didn't answer; I just lay down next to her under the blanket and looked at her. My penis was ready to burst out of my underwear. I felt that Margaret was also turned on. I moved closer to her, hugged her, and kissed her on the lips. "No, we shouldn't do this, " she whispered, but I couldn't stop anymore. I started kissing her face, neck, and hands, and I touched her breasts. Margaret didn't push me away too strongly, and I knew she was enjoying it. I realized that she wanted me to make love to her. I took off my underwear and pushed my penis against her body. "Oh no, why are you doing this? " Margaret asked me, but I was beyond reason. I just wanted her. I lifted up her nightgown and saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I started touching her vulva and felt that she was very wet. I knew she wanted me to put my penis inside her. Margaret didn't say anything; she just breathed heavily, and her eyes were closed. She wasn't resisting much, and I knew she was enjoying it. I leaned over her, spread her legs, and pushed my penis inside her. "Maybe we shouldn't do this; it's not right, " she whispered, but I was already inside her. I looked into her eyes and pushed harder, and my penis entered her wet vagina. Oh, it was amazing! Her vagina was tight and hot. Margaret closed her eyes, and I started moving faster and faster. My mother-in-law moaned as if it was her first time having sex. After a while, she started moving her hips, and we were having passionate sex. My balls were slapping against her ass, and she whispered, "Oh, Paul, it feels so good! " I was working hard, and my penis was entering her fully. It felt amazing, and I knew I was going to come soon. I pulled out my penis, turned her over onto her stomach, and asked her to get on her knees. "Why do you want to do it this way? " Margaret asked me. I told her I wanted to do it from behind. "I've never done it this way before, " she said. I turned her over, told her to get on her knees, and approached her from behind. I saw her naked ass and realized that I was having sex with my mother-in-law, but at that moment, she was just a woman, and we wanted each other. I put my penis inside her vagina from behind, took her ass in my hands, and started thrusting hard. She moaned, and it was amazing! Margaret moaned like a young girl. I saw my penis entering her wet and hot vagina, and I wanted more and more. After a while, we changed positions again, and I was on top of her. I lifted her legs and put my penis inside her. We were having sex, and I felt that my woman was grabbing my hands strongly. I felt that she was coming, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I released a stream of sperm inside her vagina. After that, I lay down next to her, and we were both silent. I turned to her and said that it was amazing. Margaret replied that she hadn't had an orgasm like that in a long time and that it felt great. We started kissing, and I felt her body; it was hot. Soon we fell asleep. In the morning, I woke up, and Margaret wasn't in bed. She was talking to someone in the kitchen. It was her sister who had come over. Margaret came into the room, and her sister looked in and saw me sleeping in Margaret's bed. "What's going on? " she asked. "Did you sleep together? " Margaret said that I had just moved from the couch. My underwear was on the floor next to the bed. I think it was clear what had happened. When her sister left, Margaret came to me. "Are you sleeping? " "Can I join you? " she asked. I opened my eyes, lifted the blanket, and Margaret took off her robe. Under the robe, she was naked. Seeing her, I just wanted her again. My penis got hard. Margaret lay down next to me, and I started kissing her without saying a word. She hugged me, and I could see that she wanted me again. I lay on top of her, and she spread her legs. I put my penis inside her amazing vagina, and Margaret whispered in my ear that she had never had sex like that before. I came inside her, and Margaret came with me. It was a wonderful night and a great morning.

17 min·Nov 20·Threesome With Two Hot Chicks · Part 2

While I smoked, I watched Claudia pamper Marlies' plum with her tongue. Claudia pressed her head firmly into her friend's crotch and pushed her tongue deep into her wet fuck canal. Marlies moaned and got louder when I put an arm around her shoulder and put a hand on one of her tits to squeeze them lightly. I felt the hard nipple in the palm of my hand. Marlies orgasmed just before I came up for air. She screamed out her lust. "Yes, lick me, deeper, stick your tongue deeper into my hole, lick my clit, oh I'm wet, oh I'm horny, " etc. etc. Marlies was so loud that the neighbors just had to hear it. Her whole body twitched as she came and when Claudia released herself from her crotch, her whole face was wet with the satisfied woman's pussy juice. I asked Claudia to kiss me. She did, gave me a long French kiss and I tasted Marlie's cunt. In the meantime, Marlies had sat down on the couch and also lit a cigarette. "No Kinders, that's cool, that's nice, " came out of her mouth. We sat on the couch for quite a while, stark naked, the women to my left and right. I had my arms around the women's shoulders and both hands on one tit. Marlies fiddled with my still limp willy and asked Claudia if she thought she could get it hard again, to which Claudia replied in the affirmative. She knew how to hold me because we had often done it together. After we had been fooling around for maybe fifteen minutes and smoked a second cigarette, I felt a certain hunger. I asked if there was anything to eat in the house. "Of course, darling, " Claudia said and asked Marlies to come into the kitchen to make me something. The two of them disappeared into the kitchen naked as piss and I stayed behind in the living room. When my eyes fell on Claudia's panties, I took them and smelled them. It smelled wonderfully of her cunt and I put it in my trouser pocket to wank with it later at home. I already had one of hers, but it was slowly losing its scent. But I had taken it with me without meaning to. When I had fucked Claudia at a petrol station a few weeks ago, I had put it in my jacket after I had taken it off her and later forgot to give it back to her. I hadn't even thought about the panties and found them in my jacket a few days later. Thank God my wife's cunt hadn't found him. That would have been a disaster. While I was thinking about this story and jerking off slightly to get my cock hard again, I heard the two women giggling in the kitchen. After a few minutes, they called me to come and eat. I was surprised, because I assumed they had brought the sandwiches or whatever into the living room, but I got up and went into the kitchen, now stiff again. But there was no one there and before I could say anything, Marlies called out: "We're in the bedroom." So I went into the bedroom and there was a great sight. Both women were lying on the big bed with their legs spread wide apart and I could stare right into their pussies. "Look Marlies, now he's standing again, " Claudia said to Marlies and she replied: "Great, we can do another hot number with him as soon as he's eaten. The two of them giggled again. Only now did I realize that there was nothing to eat in the bedroom, or so I thought. They noticed my astonishment immediately, of course. Marlies reached between them, put a finger in her cunt and pulled something out, put it straight back in and said: "We've made you a fruit salad. Darlings, come and eat." Whew, I was totally gobsmacked. Had the two of them put pieces of fruit in their pussies? I knelt down on the bed, brought my head down and stuck my tongue into Claudia's open cunt. Sure enough, there was fruit in her cunt. "I hope you like the fruit salad like this, " said Marlies and while my tongue was digging into Claudia's cunt and trying to fish out a piece, Claudia added: "You can have cream with it too." She reached next to the bed and suddenly had a spray can of cream in her hand. "You're crazy, you horny women, " I said, "totally crazy, but nice like this." Then I asked them to lie on top of each other so that I didn't always have to slide back and forth while eating. Without hesitation, petite Claudia lay down on top of sturdy Marlies and both pussies lay open and on top of each other in front of me. I took the cream spray and sprayed both pussies with it. "This is going to be a feast, stuffed plum with cream, " I said. They both laughed out loud and wished me a good appetite. Then I got to 'work'. First I licked the cream from the labia of the two women. While I tried to get pieces of fruit out of one or the other cunt with my tongue, I rubbed my hard cock on the mattress. It wasn't so easy to get the pieces of apple, orange and banana, as well as the cherries and grapes out of the pussies with my tongue. Once I had caught a piece, I ate it with relish. When the first pieces were out, the two of them helped me to get the pieces that were deeper in my cunt. They used the muscles of their pussies to push the pieces to the front end of the fuck canal. Marlies wanted to know if I liked it. While my tongue and mouth were emptying the pussies, I had been thinking the whole time how cool it would be if the women would piss now, but I hadn't expressed this wish because I was afraid they might think I was a pervert. But when Marlie asked, I saw my chance to express this wish "through the flower". "Yes, it tastes good, but the fruit could be a bit saltier, " I answered the question. "Saltier? Hey, fruit salad with salt, I've never heard that before, " Marlies replied. "He thinks we should pee while we're doing it, " Claudia said, while my tongue was deep in her cunt and my hands were kneading her tits. "What a piglet, " was Marlies' reply and at the same moment a few drops of her clear urine left her cunt. When I tasted the pee, I immediately pressed my mouth onto Marlies' cunt and she let out a hot, short stream. Then it also came from above. Claudia's piss ran onto my hair. I quickly changed cunt and pressed my mouth onto Claudia's but it was too late, she had already stopped again. "More", I demanded. "Later in the bathroom, okay, we don't want to fuck in a wet bed, " was her answer. I had to be satisfied with that for the time being. So I continued to poke around in her pussy with my tongue. Marlies was now massaging Claudia's tits from below and I had now pushed my hands under Marlies' ass and felt her tight buttocks. I tried to reach her asshole with one finger, but unfortunately I couldn't because the two bodies didn't allow my hands any freedom of movement. After a few minutes, there were still pieces of fruit in the pussies, Claudia asked me to lie on my back. Of course I obeyed immediately and was as eager as a felt bow to see what would follow. Claudia now positioned herself with her lower body over my face, bent far forward, pulled my buttocks and pussy apart and squeezed the remaining fruit out of her cunt. The pieces of fruit fell into my face and onto my upper body. I took them, put them in my mouth and ate. Marlies turned her head towards me and also ate a few pieces which she took directly from my body with her lips. "Fill me up and see if it's all out, " Claudia asked and before I had lifted my arms Marlies was already digging around in my open cunt with one finger. She managed to fish out another piece of banana which she put in my mouth. Then she kissed me and said: "Yummy, eh? ". Now the women changed positions. Marlies went into the 69 position and while she squeezed out the fruit, which landed directly in my open mouth, she sucked my cock. Suddenly, another short but hard stream of piss shot out of her cunt, to rinse it out, she said. Claudia laughed. We kissed each other. "Now we're going to fuck, get the dildos too, Claudia, " Marlies ordered. Claudia got up and went to the bedroom closet. Marlies turned around, pushed my cock into her cunt and started riding it. Her big tits bounced up and down. She played with her cunt muscles like I had never experienced with a woman before. She could squeeze her cunt hard or release it again when the cock needed to go deeper. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them in my hands. Claudia sat down with her legs apart at the head of the bed. I could see her plum in full view. Then she started to work on her clitoris with a vibrator. I took one hand from Marlie's tits and pushed first one and then a second finger into Claudia's fuck hole. She leaned forward. We made out and while she continued to ride my cock, Marlies grabbed another vibrator with which she stimulated her clitoris while we fucked. She screamed out her orgasm again. Her cunt twitched as she came. My cock stood like a one. Claudia had straightened up again. Marlies bent down and we made out. My fingers were still in Claudia's cunt, which was threatening to leak. Marlies got off my cock. "Fuck you now, " she said to her friend. Claudia got into position over my cock. She placed her legs to the right and left of my abdomen, then squatted down, grabbed my hard-on, brought it in front of her fuck hole and let herself slide down until the cock was all the way inside her juicer. She paused for a moment and then started to move her lower body up and down. Claudia actually had the much tighter cunt but since Marlies had pressed so skillfully with her cunt muscles it felt like it was the other way around. Thank God because I didn't want to squirt yet and wanted to savor this wonderful fuck with the two horny women to the last. "Sit on my face, I want to lick you while I fuck you, " I asked Marlies. Of course she immediately complied with my request. I already had my tongue in her hole again. The two women sat face to face, making out with each other and I took the opportunity to lick and fuck the four tits. It was divine. Marlies' cunt tasted totally fucked. Marlies was also sweating a lot and her sweat was dripping onto my body, but that didn't bother me at all. As expected, but suddenly and unexpectedly, Marlies let out a short stream of piss directly into my greedy mouth. I swallowed the urine with relish and then unfortunately waited in vain for a second mouthful. Claudia moaned. In the mirror of the bedroom cupboard I saw that she was working her asshole with the dildo and Marlies was now imitating her. The two of them licked each other incessantly, Claudia fucked my cock and I fucked Marlies' cunt with my tongue and the dildos were stuck in their assholes. At some point Marlies pulled out the dildo and held it in front of my face. Although I recognized a small brown stain from her shit on the tip, I took the dildo in my mouth and sucked on it. It tasted slightly bitter. When it was wet enough, Marlies took it away from me, put it in the back again and my tongue was back in her cunt. "That's so hot in my ass, so hot, " came out of Marlies' mouth and immediately afterwards I noticed that Claudia had ridden herself to orgasm on my cock. She also screamed out her lust: "Ah, I'm cumming, ah, oh, that's great, yes, yes.....". After Claudia had released my cock again, Marlies bent over and took it in her mouth. I was now in the 69 position with her and could see exactly how deep the dildo was in her ass. In this position Marlies could no longer fuck herself in the ass with the dildo, I was all too happy to take over. As Marlies sucked my cock, I suddenly felt Claudia's tongue on my sack as well. The ladies shared my hard-on again and while I continued to pamper Marlies' cunt with my tongue and fuck her ass with the dildo, I felt the juice rising inside me again. I interrupted my cunt licking and shouted: "I'm coming, piss please." Marlies also fulfilled this wish. Just as my sperm shot out, she let out another fat stream of her warm golden shower. I can't remember which mouth I squirted into and I didn't really care. I had a crazy exit, I was shaking with lust. We stayed in this position for a moment. The girls made out with each other, it was good that there was a mirror in the cupboard, because that way I didn't miss it. After we had separated, Claudia said that she had to piss a lot. I reminded her of the promise and the three of us went into the bathroom. Without saying a word, I lay back in the bathtub. Claudia stood on the edge of the tub at my feet and Marlies supported her by putting her hands on Claudia's ass. Claudia pulled her labia apart and at the same moment her hard, yellow stream hit my body. Claudia skillfully moved her abdomen back and forth as she pissed. Sometimes the jet hit my cock, sometimes my chest and sometimes my face. I had my mouth wide open and every now and then, Claudia would spurt her full pipe into me. I swallowed the pee that my mouth could hold. My eyes were burning but I didn't care. While Claudia was pissing on me, she cheered Marlies on: "Yes, piss on the pig. Piss on the horny guy's cock, piss in his face, piss in his mouth, piss, strull him full...." and so on. When Claudia had finished, she shook the last drops out of her cunt and Marlies gave her a kiss on the labia. "You did a good job, sweetie." "Yes, that was really cool, " I confirmed Marlies' statement and asked her to do the same to her friend with the words "Now you, Marlies". "But I don't have much left in me, you've already had almost everything, dear, " Marlies pointed out. "Squat over my mouth and let it all out, " I asked her and added, "Your pee tastes so hot." Marlies climbed into the bath and squatted over my open mouth as requested. She spread her labia with two fingers of her left hand. "Watch out, " I heard her shout and immediately afterwards it dripped out of her pussy. It took a little while and then the drops turned into a small stream. I was able to swallow it all and when Marlies really couldn't get any more out, I sucked the last drops from her labia. I was now deeply satisfied. "Would you like to take a hot shower too? " I asked my two NS donors. "No, you take a shower, I'll do it in the morning, I'm too exhausted now, I just want to sleep, " said Marlies and Claudia agreed. "That's not what I mean, " I explained to them, "I want to know if I should piss on you too? " Unfortunately, the two women didn't want me to, which was a shame because I would have liked to have done that as I also had a huge bladder pressure. Claudia and Marlies disappeared from the bathroom. I now pissed over my own body while lying down and then took a warm shower. After I had dried off, I actually wanted to go into the living room to get dressed, because I wanted to go home now, after all, my wife and children were probably waiting for me full of anxiety. But when I left the bathroom and saw the two women lying naked and cuddled up together in bed through the open bedroom door, I changed my mind. I decided to stay the night and sleep there. Maybe in the morning we would fuck again as a threesome. I crawled into bed with the women and quickly fell asleep. You can find out what happened in the morning in part 3 of the true story.

13 min·Nov 13·Threesome With Two Hot Chicks · Part 1

A few years ago, I had the kind of relationship with a colleague at work that every man would want. When we felt like it, we'd go for a drink together and then fuck. Neither of us told the other anything about love or made any demands, and that was a good thing because we were both married. Claudia was in her late 20s and was a very petite girl with small tits (but huge nipples), a gorgeous ass and a tight, always shaved pussy. Our problem was of course to find suitable places to fuck, sometimes we fucked in the car, sometimes somewhere in the forest (not recommended because of the flies), sometimes at night in some playground huts, even in my office. Once she gave me a blowjob in a church entrance. Sometimes Claudia also fetched the key to her best friend Marlies' apartment so we could fuck there. Marlies was a waitress in her late 30s, lived alone and usually had to work in the evenings so that Claudia and I could let off steam undisturbed in her apartment. This relationship or non-relationship with Claudia had been going on for a few months when one Sunday the doorbell rang at our house. It was lunchtime on a beautiful summer's day and it was the town festival that weekend. My wife answered the intercom and then told me to go there myself, that some of my colleagues were downstairs. I was surprised when I heard Claudia's voice saying that I should come down, she was just at the beer stand outside our front door. So I told my wife that I was going downstairs because there were colleagues at the beer stand. The next day I had a bit of stress with my wife because she had to eat alone with the children that Sunday and I didn't get home until Monday lunchtime. I'd like to tell you what happened in the meantime. After I left our house, I met Claudia and her friend Marlies outside the door at this beer stand. We drank two or three Alt and I had the idea that it would be great to end up in bed with both of them. Of course, I didn't want my wife or one of my children to show up to take me to dinner, so after the second or third beer I suggested that the girls go to the city festival, which we did. In contrast to Claudia, Marlies had a lot of wood in front of her hut and her open, wafer-thin blouse occasionally allowed deep insights that made me really horny. Anyway, we had a beer here and there and eventually ended up in a pub. We were already pretty tipsy by then. At some point, Marlies told me that she had a problem and when I asked her "Which one", Marlies replied that she had a hole in her trouser pocket and wasn't wearing any panties. I was pretty flabbergasted but before I could say anything she asked me if I wanted to feel it. Of course I wanted to feel, stupid question. So I put my hand in her trouser pocket and immediately afterwards my fingers were already in her thick pubic hair. I scratched around in it a little and then I let a finger wander deeper and reached her clitoris, gently pressed and circled it and then pushed the finger into her cunt, which was soaking wet. As if this was the most normal thing in the world, we were now standing in front of the bar. I had a finger in the woman's cunt, smoking and drinking my beer. Of course, my cock was rock hard and Claudia actually said ambiguously and with a grin on her face: "Well, how do you like Marlie's hole in your pocket? " We stayed in the pub for another half hour or so, where I occasionally made out with Marlies and sometimes with Claudia. The other guests watched us intently and of course I felt like a king. After a while, Marlies suggested we take a few bottles of wine with us and take a cab back to her apartment. There was nothing I liked better at that moment, as you can imagine. We put this plan into action and a short time later I found myself with the two women on the couch in Marlies' living room. Now the whole thing took the course I had hoped and expected. I sat between the two women, we made out, the women made out with each other and groped each other. Sometimes I had a hand in Claudia's blouse, sometimes in Marlies', sometimes in both. They both fumbled around in my crotch and felt that I had a proper hard-on. The women were soon topless and now I was getting horny on their tits, grabbing them, kissing their breasts and sucking their nipples. It also happened that I licked and sucked both of Marlies' nipples together with Claudia or Claudia's together with Marlies. Marlies had bigger tits than Claudia and also longer nipples, but her tits were already sagging a bit, while Claudia's small breasts were wonderfully firm and her nipples pertly stretched upwards. When Marlies left the room to fetch the wine she had put in the fridge earlier, Claudia and I stripped completely naked. Claudia knelt down between my legs in front of the couch and spoiled my boner and balls with her mouth. I enjoyed her mouth, as I had done many times before. When after a short time Marlies came back into the living room with the wine and her naked tits, but still wearing her pants, she acted surprised: "What are you doing? " Claudia stopped sucking for a moment, looked over at her friend and jokingly said to her: "You can see that, don't ask such stupid questions and hopefully you'll be naked soon, after all, we are too." Claudia continued to suck my cock. Marlies put the tray with the wine and glasses on the table and then took off her pants. While I continued to be sucked by Claudia and Marlies filled the glasses with wine, I looked at the latter's naked body, which I was seeing for the first time. An eye-catcher was the very thick, bright red hair that matched her head. After Marlies had filled the glasses, she said: "So, kids, let's have a toast and drink to a few horny hours together." We clinked glasses and then Marlies was already lying on her stomach on the couch with her head on my cock and the two of them brought me to 180 with their lips and tongues. It's a crazy feeling to be blown by two women at the same time. The tongues wandered up and down my cock, around the glans and balls, occasionally meeting and then tonguing each other. The women also made out with each other. I enjoyed their play to the full. I could only reach Marlies' ass and her back with my hands. I stroked them with my fingertips or clawed into her buttocks. After a short time, I was almost ready. I said to the women: "Now it's your turn, now I want to spoil you." I asked them to sit down on the couch. Claudia asked if I wanted to lick and when I said yes, she said that there was another way. She asked Marlies to sit on top of her, which Marlies did, so that they were both sitting face to face and Marlies' ass was on Claudia's stomach. They immediately started feeling each other's tits and making out. I was quite sure that this was not the first time they had done this. I knelt down behind the two of them and looked at the picture that presented itself to me: Claudia's open, shaved cunt and Marlies' round, ripe ass above it. First, I pushed my head between Claudia's thighs and let my lips glide gently over them, which Claudia acknowledged with a slight moan. Then I ran my tongue briefly over her labia. The cunt tasted salty but not unpleasant. Of course, I now wanted to lick Marlies much more because my tongue was not yet familiar with this fuck hole as it was initially impossible to reach the mature woman's slit. I kissed her buttocks first, then put one hand on her back and pushed her upper body slightly towards Claudia. Marlies understood immediately. She slid her ass back a little in my direction and stretched it out towards me. Now our pussies were right on top of each other. I pushed my head back between Claudia's thighs, but now turned my face upwards and soon had my mouth on Marlies' wet cunt. It tasted even worse than Claudia's, but I didn't care. My tongue started to fuck her cunt and I heard Marlies moaning to Claudia: "He knows how to use his tongue" and Claudia replied: "I told you that." Now I realized that it was no coincidence that I was doing it here with the two of them. They had probably made a plan to get me to do this. But that didn't matter to me. I gave Marlie's cunt an intensive tongue treatment, but also switched to Claudia's from time to time. I couldn't see it, but the two of them were making out almost without interruption. Then I came back up with my head. I now wanted to take a look at Marlies' asshole. I put both hands on her buttocks and pulled them wide apart. There it was, this wonderful, deep brown rosette. Of course I couldn't resist and after a while I licked it and stuck my tongue inside. "He's licking my asshole, Claudi, " said Marlies. "Yes, he does that well too, the horny goat, " replied Claudia. After I had spent about 10 minutes with the women's holes, I finally wanted to fuck. I sat down next to them on the couch, rubbed my cock and asked: "Who wants to fuck first? " It only took a few seconds before Claudia was squatting over me and had my cock in her wet cunt. While Claudia rode my cock, Marlies sat next to us and jerked off. She took turns making out with me and her friend. I let my hands wander over Claudia's tits, squeezed them, rubbed the nipples. I preferred not to touch Marlies' tits with my hands, but I could reach her hairy cunt hole. I slipped a finger in and met one of Marlies' fingers there. Claudia rode like crazy. Suddenly, Marlies stopped. First she positioned herself in front of the couch so that she could grab Claudia's tits from behind and massage them. She pressed her own tits onto Claudia's body. Then Marlies knelt between my legs and licked around my sack. When I could no longer feel her tongue, Claudia moaned "Oh, yes, deeper, stick it deeper into my ass, I love feeling your tongue back there." Claudia's cunt muscles twitched. I had my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart to make it easier for Marlies to insert her tongue. Claudia screamed out her lust so loudly when she came that you could definitely hear it all over the house. She smooched me again long and hard and then got off my pipe. "Now you, Marlies." Marlies didn't let her friend say this a second time. She came over me, took my hard-on in her hand and immediately shoved it into her hungry cunt. I could feel straight away that her cunt wasn't as tight as Claudia's but that didn't bother me at all. Now Marlies rode me and Claudia did what Marlies had just shown her. She spoiled my sack and the fucking woman's ass with her tongue. It wasn't long before I felt the juice rising inside me. I wanted to hold back my exit a little, but when Marlies pressed one of her big tits into my face while fucking and Claudia sucked on my sack down there, I couldn't stop it any longer. I squirted everything into her fucking cunt. "Yes, squirt everything into my pussy, love, squirt nicely, " said Marlies and then let her thrusts slowly fade away. As she climbed off my cock, my cum dripped out of her cunt onto my cock and my sack. Marlies sat down next to me on the couch and Claudia, who was still kneeling in front of the couch, licked my cum off my sack and my cock. "She likes that, " Marlies said to me. "Yes, delicious, very delicious, " Claudia emphasized. When Claudia had freed my genitals from the sperm and I lit a cigarette, Marlies asked Claudia to lick out her cunt: "Look, there's still plenty of juice for you, my angel." Marlies spread her legs, placed one over my stomach and the other on the couch. Claudia crawled over and buried her head between the woman's thighs. I watched, fuming. I was actually satisfied now, but I knew that wasn't all. I was going to be right. You'll find out what happened that night in the second part of the story.

6 min·Sep 22

I continue to masturbate that phallus, one more drop of cum comes out of the tip; my lover of occasion snorts and snorts with pleasure; her body continues to tremble in ecstasy; my vagina drips milk and juices and throbs looking for a tube of flesh that will continue to satisfy her. All people have preferences, tastes; mine is to see the cum spurting out of the penis; it excites me to witness the hot jets escaping from his prison of flesh; the smell, the climax on the male's face as he ejaculates exacerbates my desire. I continue to masturbate and his erection is not lost, he writhes frantically, his testicles are retracted; he grabs my head and desperately seeks to penetrate my mouth; he doesn't want a hand, he wants a hot, wet hole. He accepted the invasion, his cock occupies my mouth while my lips close around the base of the phallus; he sighs with satisfaction; he starts pumping slowly he has just finished; but his desire is greater than his need to rest. My tongue circles the head of the phallus as it comes out and the shaft as it goes in; he knows how to fuck my mouth and I know how to suck it. Not content with just penetrating my mouth, he caresses my breasts and nipples, accelerating me even more. He slows down the pace to regain strength without letting the erection go down while he kept caressing me to keep my excitement going. My beginnings were late, a catholic family sows fears and taboos difficult to forget. When I discovered the pleasures of masturbation, I came to do it several times a day. I had a boyfriend who taught me about shared pleasure. The first time, we were at home; we were working on a project for the university; my parents were working, we had the house to ourselves. When we finished the project, we had about 45 minutes left before either of my parents could arrive. We started kissing and fondling; he reached under my clothes and fondled my tits, gently pinching my nipple. I felt very aroused; my arms were around his neck, letting him perform. He accelerated the pumping in my mouth, looking to finish; I delicately pulled it out and caressed the head to reassure him without losing the hardness; a little liquid came out of the tip; he turned to look at me, I was looking directly into his eyes; the tip of my tongue picked up the delicious elixir and I sucked it; when he saw me, he gasped with pleasure squeezing the sphincter and trying to give me more; a little more liquid came out and I savored it with fruition. He unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them; he put one of his hands in while the other kept caressing my breasts; he found my mons pubis and continued lower, his middle finger reached my clitoris which immediately became hard; I exhaled a sigh of pleasure when the tip of his finger began to caress my clitoris; I could no longer stand the excitement, my body was trembling uncontrollably. He lifted me up and removed my pants and panties; I was naked from the waist down. He lay on his back on the floor and asked me to sit on his mouth; I obeyed like an automaton, I wanted to continue feeling. When he placed my vaginal lips over his mouth, he began to move his lips as if he were eating a melon; a long sigh came out of my mouth, a large stream of thick liquid came out of my vagina, he was eating it with desperation as if it were an exquisite delicacy; I was pushing trying to get more of what he wanted; by instinct, my hips began to move, carving my clitoris with his lower lip, masturbating me with his mouth. I leaned forward to move more comfortably, as I did so, he stuck his middle finger into my vagina and caressed my clitoris from the inside; I had never felt anything like that, despite being so excited, he did not allow me to come, accumulating and containing that sexual energy that was screaming to be released. I saw the zipper of his pants bulging; his phallus was struggling to come out, as if it wanted to break the pants that imprisoned it. I took it out and contemplated it ecstatically; long, hard and soft at the same time; with a head that seemed huge to me; almost purple, as if about to explode. I took it delicately and without thinking, I took it into my mouth; he emitted a long moan, breathing rapidly; his hips moved forward as if he wanted to put it in more; I liked having him like that, at my mercy, controlling what he felt. The impending ejaculation brought me back; he was fucking my mouth; getting deeper and deeper; reaching my throat, I felt his head go all the way in and stay still; his cock swelled more. He was still giving me oral sex and I was giving him oral sex. I could see how the head of the cock swelled and the whole shaft began to throb; the first spurt came out, strong, white, with an aroma that made me lose my mind; at the second spurt, my whole body began to tremble, I lost my mind, I fainted, my heart stopped, my head disconnected; I had my first orgasm provoked by another person; I felt that my vagina was emptying, that it was already dry; and he kept sucking and ejaculating; I was still coming when I took the last drops coming out of his phallus into my mouth; it was a delicious liquid. My lips felt the throbbing of his shaft as he injected his seed deep into my throat; as he finished, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and squeezed out the last few drops; as I saw that white liquid, I began to orgasm, almost without touching myself. It excites me to see the ejaculation, to see the cum come out and to suck those last drops...